Volume 3: The Evening Autumn Chapter 55: Master Qishan

There are many elders in Lanke Temple, some in charge of the precepts and some in charge of the Zen temple. When Longqing made great contributions here, he was admired by one of the elders. However, the real elders in this ancient temple, or without any prefix, can let the listener know whose elder they are talking about, and there will always be only one person.-< Shuhai Pavilion >-Net.

Elder Qishan is the Hanging Temple, and even the highest-ranking person in the entire world of cultivation, he is taller than Qunimadi, and even half a year older than the head of Xiling. Except for the special place of the academy, most people in the world have to hold the etiquette of disciples in front of him.

No one knows how long this great master of the Buddhist sect is now. Some people infer from the famous conversation between him and the head of the Xiling Temple that he was already over 100 years old. Interestingly, the problem of that famous conversation was that Elder Qishan and the head of the sect guessed the Master's age.

According to rumors in the world of cultivation, Elder Qishan was the illegitimate son of the first person in front of the Xuankong Temple a hundred years ago. Of course, no one dared to verify it from him, and no one dared to mention it, so the rumors are always just rumors.

But the reason why Elder Qishan was truly respected by the entire cultivation community was not only because of his seniority or awesome life experience, but because of his noble virtues.

Decades ago, the southern part of the mainland encountered an extremely terrifying flood. The rivers roared and flooded, and the turbid waves flooded countless fertile fields. The river embankments of various countries were successively destroyed and poured back into the marsh. The situation was extremely dangerous.

Master Qishan, who was still the abbot of Lanke Temple, led the monks in the temple to carry dozens of trucks of food and medicine accumulated over the years to go out to Washan to rescue the disaster. He gave porridge and dispensed medicine along the way, saving countless victims. Master Qishan became ill after working hard, and was infected with corpse poison while dealing with the remains of the victims, and almost died of illness.

The marsh that has accumulated countless rivers is gradually becoming impossible to support, especially the dam in the direction of Kangzhou, the southern Jin Dynasty, which is in danger. One night there is a sign of collapse.

Master Qishan was in Kangzhou at the time. Seeing this, he did not care about his serious illness at all. He took off his monk's robes and jumped into the lake. With his unimaginable cultivation level and willpower, he blocked the long dike that was about to collapse and persisted for a whole night.

Early the next morning, the talisman master from the Jiange of the Southern Jin Dynasty and the Xiling Temple arrived in Kangzhou. The situation slowed down slightly. Master Qishan finally walked out of the turbid waves and fell into a coma as soon as he landed on the shore.

The most important thing about the flood that year was that night, the long night when Master Qishan replaced the dike with his body. Kangzhou and the most important fertile fields in Southern Jin, behind the long dike, were extremely lucky to be preserved, which means that the entire Southern Jin and even half of the continent were preserved.

After this night, Master Qishan's voice shook the world. Whether it was the willpower he showed at that time or the strong cultivation level, everyone was amazed and convinced.

However, he also paid an extremely heavy price for this. The amazing skills he had obtained after practicing hard in Lanke Temple for decades were exhausted and suffered extremely serious damage. Even if he practiced again after he recovered from his illness, he would never be able to return to his highest state.

In the legend of the world of cultivation, Master Qishan should be the great practitioner who is most likely to break through the five realms and even become a saint before the sword saint Liu Bai. Unfortunately, since then, he has to stay outside that threshold forever and never touch the realm above the human world.

The world of practice and even the billions of people in the world, thinking of Master Qishan's great kindness, not only did their respect for him not weaken at all, but became more and more sincere, even after decades, it was still the case.

When the Song Dynasty's father was born and lost his wife, he wrote a memorial on a rainy night and began to travel around the world. He came to Washan to stay in Lanke Temple. While lying quietly in the back hall, he accidentally listened to an old monk talking about the story of the Buddhist sect and began to understand the principles of Buddhism.

The old monk is Master Qishan.

A few years later, Liansheng returned from the Western Wasteland. He wrote the true meaning of Hanging Temple. He refused the invitation of the Xiling Temple. He gently stroked the broken black hair on his head in front of an old monk and officially entered Buddhism.

The old monk was also Master Qishan.

Later, Liansheng lived in seclusion in the mountain behind Lanke Temple for two years. At that time, his cultivation level had long exceeded that of Master Qishan. However, he respected the other party very much and half of his teachers and half friends looked at him.

At the Yulan Festival, a certain year, the Demon Sect destroyed the Ke Temple bloodi and killed all the righteous practitioners attending the meeting, but they rarely hurt the monks in the temple. Now, it is naturally because of Master Qishan.

Ning Que brought Sangsang to Lanke Temple, naturally not to attend the Yulan Festival, nor to discuss with other countries on behalf of the Tang Dynasty about the deserted people going south, nor even to have anything to do with the legend of invasion of the underworld. He was here to treat the disease, and the person he was looking for was the master Qishan.

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The black carriage stopped in front of the mountain road. Ning Que looked at the temple looming in the forest, the statue of the stone Buddha on the stone plaza behind the peak of Washan, and thought of the master Qishan, and felt a little strange.

He inherited the fragments of consciousness after Lian’s life and death, and could clearly feel what an amazing person the elder of the Lanke Temple who had lived in seclusion for decades.

The truly amazing characters naturally have unique aspects. Ning Que didn't know what special likes and dislikes this Master Qishan had. A senior of the Buddhist sect with noble virtues should be compassionate and gentle in nature, but he still cautiously reminded himself to maintain enough respect and be prepared.

How can we keep a low profile? What preparations should we make?

He made some modifications to the black carriage on its appearance. It looked so dark, but it became much dirty, and it became greasy and greasy, and it felt like a big black umbrella.

The big dark horse was covered with dirt by his beak, and even he used earth-brown tree paint to paint a few pieces of it in a mess. There was no such thing as a chic look on the wasteland, looking extremely embarrassed.

This is what Ning Que made. He was ready to do whatever he saw. He even prepared a handkerchief with ginger juice and a small skin filled with blood. He planned to use the powder from Chen Jinji to paint Sangsang's face paler before meeting Master Qishan. After seeing Master Qishan, he used a handkerchief to make his eyes turn red and squeezed his blood sacs to pretend to cough up blood. He didn't believe that the great master of the Buddhist sect could bear to turn a blind eye.

Who dares to be worse than me?

If someone really dared to be more miserable than him and Sangsang, he might have really made that man miserable.

At this moment, a young monk slowly walked on the mountain road.

The monk's face was dark and his expression was calm and calm.

However, when he saw the broken black carriage at the intersection of the mountain road and the big dark horse that was completely different from the rumors, the calmness on his face was suddenly broken into countless surprises, and then fell all over the ground.

He walked to the carriage, looked at Ning Que through the window, and said helplessly: "How can you hide this from the family teacher? How can you be such a person? Mr. Thirteenth has to pay such thoughts?"

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(There is another chapter, try to come out before twelve:30.)

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